The old prophecy show true as a wild child I've always been through everything that I can find to make my adrenaline Red Line a beat better than bruised myself tore down to the bones but can't loose. I watch myself writh and pain from across the room my mind was insane I have every right to be dead so many times yet I stand here ready to write more rhymes for you. only one thing makes it all worth true and that's the Holy Spirit done got a hold now I see what I was supposed to do. running wild like a gypsy free I had to learn the hard Rock's of life so when I stand up to testify I talk with conviction the things that I Say. I have been addicted things that I have done things that I seen destruction I've left hearts that left bleeding now I'm on the path to heal I try to bring stitches to the wounds who still bleed from the blades I've cut so deep it's time for me to bring the heat from the good side not the bad my mind has turned it ain't so sad it ain't so mad there ain't no grudge I even will budge a little bit to keep the peace just rest assured that your time with me will at some point focused the spotlight on him through me and my mouth saying words that have been designed to be of his love and in a rythum I will feel and even if you hadn't been off the intention you will find the conversation interesting and before you know the Snow Flakes are falling
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